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sincerelyrki · 5 months

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TRACK ONE (1) : Lee Heeseung

STRAWBERRY COUGH (n) (s) [upcoming]

Lee Heeseung never thought the day would come, the day his dealer permanently went out of business. Through word of mouth, Heeseung managed to hear about you, the unknown seller who chooses their clients very selectively. Heeseung had almost lost all hope as his attempts to find you came out fruitless, his desperation only growing. Now insert Park Sunghoon, the man who happened to not only be your top client but also Heeseung’s best friend. or in other words, how far would Lee Heeseung go just to get another taste of his favourite strain, Strawberry Cough? (hint : very far)

greedy [ suggestive oneshot ] 1.8k ♡ ★

heeseung was greedy. he was addicted to the feeling of you, he needed you.

so sweet [ smut oneshot ] 1.8k

heeseung was yours to ruin, to punish.

sweet eternity [ vampire one shot ]

↳ teaser

no contact [ suggestive oneshot ] 1.8k

It really wasn’t his fault that he got jealous when other men talked to you, even with your little no-contact situation.

cherry lips [ fluff + suggestive oneshot ] 1.1k ♡

Heeseung loves the cherry aftertaste on your lips.

but i love the taste of you [ smut oneshot ] 3.9k

Heeseung never did enjoy lollipops, their overrated taste never interesting him. But perhaps tasting it from your lips could change everything. As for the laptop? It just happened to be in the perfect place, at the perfect time.

TRACK TWO (2) : Jay Park

i love you, tenderly [ fluff drabble ] 469

to jay, everything is sweeter coming from your lips

TRACK THREE (3) : Jake sim

MINI SKIRT (i) (s) [started] ♡ ★

You know Jake Sim and you love Prada, it was already a perfect combination. You just happened to always be in the same place as him, at the same time. And that place just happened to be the Prada store. It’s not your fault that your Prada collection expands as your interactions grow. Especially not considering that Jake couldn’t stop himself from fawning over you (and your mini skirts).

11 : 11 [ timestamp ] 0.3k

you wished for forever

timber [ fluff oneshot ] 0.6k

jake comes come to find you doing just dance with his members after you told him you were too busy to hangout with him in the morning

i love you the most [ fluff oneshot ] 789 ♡

Jake has always found you beautiful, he adores everything about you. But if you ask him about what his favourite thing about you was, he always responds by saying he loves every part of you. But as he’s staring at you through the camera lens he couldn’t help but change his mind.

la lune n'est pas à nous ce soir [ fluff oneshot ] 1.0k ♡

It was hard feeling so deeply for someone knowing that they didn’t know about your existence. Jake couldn’t stand it anymore and knew he had to somehow get your attention. Even if it meant giving you his biology textbook that he needed for his next period.

a cherry for my cherry [ suggestive oneshot ] 0.87k ♡

“you’re sweeter than cherry” - sweeter than drugs, april june

pretty baby [ smut oneshot ] 884 ♡

Jake’s pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, it’s only fair that the others get to hear them too.

TRACK FOUR (6) : Park Sunghoon

beautiful [ fluff drabble ] 1.06k

park sunghoon thought you were the most beautiful thing to exist. oh and he loves your lipgloss.

dance with me [ fluff oneshot ] 760 ♡

sunghoon thinks you hurt yourself, but all you want is to kiss him

a poets draft [ street racer oneshot ]

You were convinced that Sunghoon was incapable of loving, and he was prepared to sacrifice everything to prove you wrong.

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best hidden secret [ suggestive oneshot ] 1.1k ★

In Sunghoon’s opinion the worst part about being in a secret relationship was the sight of all these men thinking they had a chance with his girlfriend, but he knew no one could make you feel the way his touch did.

say it, you’re mine [ suggestive oneshot ] 1.1k

your brothers best friend has always been there for you, even when you ask him to fake date you to make your ex back off.

everyone should know [ slightly suggestive oneshot ] 626

your boyfriend couldn’t just sit around and watch another man shamelessly flirt with you. he had to do something, even if it meant revealing your relationship.

TRACK FIVE (5) : Kim Seonwoo

season of lilies [ angst oneshot ] 0.6k

the lilies have never stood as beautiful as they did after you left.

TRACK SIX (6) : Yang Jungwon

kitty [ fluff oneshot ] 2.9k

Jungwon’s your kitty, it’s a shame the world wasn’t here to see it. Or in which Jungwon gets jealous at his girlfriends annual halloween party.

forelsket [ angst + fluff oneshot ] 379

forelsket : noun. the euphoria felt at the beginning of falling in love. (to be in love).

TRACK SEVEN (7) : Nishimura Riki

PIKA PIKA (i) (s) [hiatus]

Niki knew that the pikachu’s on stage with them were real people dresses in a costume but that doesn’t mean he can’t get shocked after accidentally revealing one of their identities. his shock quickly changed to amusement as the revealed pikachu could only think of one thing to say as the tension in the room heightened- “pika pika?” it’s not like you could avoid him after humiliating yourself either, you still have all of tour left.

tulips bloom in our tears (w) [ reincarnation series ] ♡

in your first life you promised riki that you would love him the same in every life, and he promised he’d love you forever. what you didn’t know was that the gods heard your promises, and they cried for you. your fate in that life was already decided, you were born to die early, and he was born to live forever. the gods tears fell from the clouded abyss, disguised as rain. they cried for the wandering boy, the boy who couldn’t get in. they wished for a miracle, oh and what a miracle it was. the couples fate was changed, they would meet and fall in love all the same in every life. who knew all it took was a wish on the tears, the everlasting tulips bloomed in the holes of their melancholic love and created their own heaven.

the morning dancers songbird [ fluff oneshot ] 1.1k ♡

After a song mixup and the threat of being disqualified Nishimura Riki thought that he’d lost the opportunity he’s been waiting on for years. With the opportunity hanging by a thread, you came rushing in like a songbird, singing your song and saving his team.

pretty little braids [ fluff oneshot ] 0.6k

you would never have expected to find pink hair in your brush, especially not when you have black hair.

TRACK EIGHT (8) : ot7

lipstick stains [ hyung line ] ♡

words left unsaid

TRACK NINE (9) : requests

the perfect moment [ riki fluff oneshot ] 2k

it was a mistake [ pt 1. riki angst twoshot ] 655

mango perfume [ pt 2. riki angst twoshot ] 1k

cupid’s arrow [ heeseung fluff oneshot ] 774

the perfect picture [ jake angst oneshot ] 1.1k

#sincerelyrki #some links will bring you to a different account #please ignore that 🙏#i moved all my works to this account #and will be posting everything from here now :]

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moonlit-midnight · 1 year

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Beautiful Strangers with the Sun in their Eyes

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Friendship.

Summary: Wherein the random number you dialed one night belonged to no other than the housewarden of Diasomnia.

Warnings:

GN!Reader. The title refers to the pairing.

Malleus is nicknamed Angel. Reader is nicknamed Aurora and is talented in singing.

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You were sixteen when you formed an unexpected friendship with a stranger over the phone, only to name him Angel.

It happened past midnight, one of those times where you had trouble falling asleep.

Out of boredom and loneliness, you decided to dial a random number, having a desperate need to talk to someone to pass time.

On the tenth ring, the person picked up the call.

You expected curse words, an enraged voice, but nothing came.

After seven minutes of silence, you almost dropped the call when the person on the other line finally spoke up.

The stranger was a young man. His voice was slightly deep and calm, greeting you with a timid “good morning”.

Although the sky was still dark, it was technically morning since it was already 3 AM.

He didn’t call you crazy for dialing an unknown number. Instead, he wondered why you were still awake at a very late hour.

You told him that for unknown reasons, you needed a stranger to vent to.

You were expecting a sarcastic comment or a mocking laugh from him, but surprisingly, in a patient and gentle tone he said,

“Go on and pour your heart out. I’m all ears.”

So you did.

After venting for nearly twenty minutes, he told you not to hesitate to give him a call next time if you needed someone to listen to your deep thoughts in the dead of the night.

You expressed your heartfelt gratitude to him for having the patience to listen to you.

You were a mere stranger. Yet he took his time to pause his world to listen to things that didn’t concern him.

He chuckled softly in response, assuring you that he was glad to be able to make you feel better.

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Malleus was watching the sun setting down the horizon when his phone rang.

Seeing the name Aurora on his slightly broken screen, he answered the call with a smile tugging his lips.

Twelve weeks had gone by since he received that random call from a certain lovely stranger.

They would call Malleus during their free time and vice versa, asking each other about their day, and discussing anything interesting.

They never asked each other’s names, so Malleus gave them the nickname Aurora because it perfectly suited them and they simply radiated sunshine vibes.

“Hello, Angel.” Came your cheerful voice on the other line.

“Good evening, Aurora.” Malleus greeted, his tone serene and at ease every time he talked to you.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“Not at all, my friend. I’m admiring the sunset outside the library.”

“What a coincidence! I’m also watching the sunset through the window of my dorm room.”

Malleus laughed lightly.

A short silence ensued, and then all of the sudden you started singing.

Like the outside of the window of the car we used to ride Everything around me is looking like a blur, moving fast

We must have followed the speed of the car without realizing Though honestly it seems to have stopped in the past That’s always the time for me, I hope it never fades out

Unfamiliar eyes as each one goes through their own path Our gazes may reach each other as we go Even in the silence, our voices will reach each other

Malleus found himself smiling brightly at the sound of your sweet singing.

The lyrics was dreamy, matching your melodious and soothing voice.

He relished this rare moment, feeling blessed to experience having someone serenading him over the phone.

Such a rare and beautiful moment indeed.

Once your singing came to an end, Malleus fluttered his eyes open, a little lost in a daze.

“You have a wonderful voice.” He remarked, sincere and honest.

“Thank you.” you giggled. “Do you sing too?”

“I do.” Malleus hummed in response.

“I would love to hear you sing one day.”

“It would be an honor to serenade you.”

“I'd like to meet you one day. If you don’t mind of course.”

“Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve been wishing to meet you. I really want to know who you are.” Malleus exclaimed, heart racing in excitement.

“Same here, Angel.” you remarked joyfully before bidding him good night.

“Good night, Aurora.” Malleus echoed before dropping the call, his happy smile unwavering.

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Taking a deep breath and shaking your little anxiety away, you descended the stage, confident and head held high.

The crowd in the Mostro Lounge went quiet, their gazes fixed on you as they anticipated one of your spectacular performances.

Ever since the housewarden of Octavinelle caught you singing in the courtyard a few months ago, he asked you personally to hire you as a singer in the lounge.

Without second thoughts, you happily accepted Azul’s offer.

As you settled down on the stool, you held your guitar in a perfect position and adjusted the microphone to your level.

You gave the crowd of listeners and viewers a stunning smile which never failed to make them swoon over you.

Then slowly shutting your eyes, you started singing with all your heart.

I know time will tell You know, we will keep walking and following the star We were someone’s dream, we don’t forget each other I am always by your side, you must know that

Sometimes I think of when our reality felt like a dream I worry about the seagull that always laughed for us Even if we ride the same boat, you are alone in a different ocean But I will continue to always be the lighthouse you can rely on

I’ll be your home (I’ll be your home, yeah) Oh-oh, oh-oh, I’ll be your home

From a booth far away from the audience, Malleus sang along with the mysterious performer, earning him a surprised look from Lilia and shocking glances from his two devoted bodyguards.

The song wasn’t from Twisted Wonderland, so how come he was humming along perfectly as if he had listened to it a thousand times?

“Malleus, my young prince, how do you know this foreign song? Did the Ramshackle Prefect teach it to you?”

“No, they aren’t the one who taught me this song.”

“Then who—”

Lilia was cut off mid sentence when the prince suddenly let out a quiet gasp, bright green eyes growing wide in astonishment as if he was realizing something.

Of course he knew that song. It was the same song that a certain someone had been singing to him for the past twelve weeks every time he couldn’t sleep.

That soothing voice. It belonged to no other than you, the beautiful stranger whom he often conversed with on the phone, his kindhearted friend whom he calls Aurora.

Malleus stood up from his seat, slowly approaching the stage, and then his voice boomed through the Mostro Lounge.

“Aurora!” He called out. “It’s you isn’t it?”

It wasn’t a shout, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear.

You stopped playing the guitar, setting it aside before you hopped off the stage and ran to Malleus.

Although the two of you never described how you looked like, you and Malleus felt a sense of familiarity as you stared fondly at one another.

Everything about you shone radiantly. You radiated light, hope, warmth and serenity.

You were indeed deserving of the endearing nickname Aurora.

Malleus couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, and the next thing you knew, you were engulfed in his embrace.

People stared shockingly at the scene in front of them.

Malleus Draconia, the crown prince of Briar Valley and the ever powerful and fearful housewarden of Diasomnia was hugging you, the other magicless resident of Ramshackle and dorm mate of Grim and the prefect.

Gasps, murmurs and whispers filled the lounge, but you and Malleus ignored them.

“Yes, it’s me, Angel.” you breathed in, smiling as you hugged him tightly.

★ —

“My name is (…) by the way.” you said, sunlit eyes shining dazzlingly.

“I’m Malleus Draconia.” Malleus repeated your name affectionately before he introduced himself with a warm, sunny smile etched on his face.

“Oh my,” you giggled. “Who would’ve thought the owner of the number I randomly dialed two months ago belonged to the great housewarden of Diasomnia.”

You didn’t personally know each other, but you knew him nonetheless.

You unknowingly passed by each other in the school hallways, and you hear students talking about him from time to time.

However, you didn’t have any idea that he was the same person you often talked with on the phone.

His voice sounded different in person, and Malleus never heard yours since you were always hanging out somewhere with Ace and Deuce or busy working in the Mostro Lounge whenever Malleus visited the prefect at night.

“I’m happy to meet you at last.” Malleus outstretched his hand, and you simply took it in yours, swinging it back and forth in a gentle manner.

“We finally found each other.” you gave him a fond smile as you exited the lounge, hand in hand.

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khalixvitae · 8 months

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★Under The Skin ★

Rook Hunt x Reader | ~3k words

Warnings: mentions of death and dying (not descriptive), a smattering of angst but we don’t have time to unpack all that; semi suggestive at points because I cannot seem to help myself; mentions of book 6 but nothing too descriptive! Reader is also implied to know Floyd. Vaguely canon compliant, takes place ambiguously after book 6

Info: I’ve been obsessed w the idea of Rook w an implied goth reader who collects bones and makes bone jewelry. Entirely self indulgent (i am goth and I collect bones and make jewelry Lmao). GN reader, no physical descriptors used other than that the reader wears jewelry.

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Rook Hunt was an odd duck, you’d always known that much for certain. He was hyper observant and yet seemingly unaware of social norms, constantly invading the personal space of those around him. Ever the chatterbox, he’d seamlessly suck any passersby into a whirlwind of a conversation, gleaning whatever information or entertainment he’d sought out before discarding his still confused target with a friendly adieu. He would regularly monologue, lyricize, and wax poetic about even the most mundane of things. Frankly it was difficult not to notice such glaring personality traits- he had a habit of making his eccentricities everyone’s business.

Even so, his outlandish tendencies and flowery language only further obscured what kind of person he was hiding beneath the surface (and beneath that bizarre hat). He was in Pomefiore, after all- and a Vice housewarden no less. It only made sense that his public persona, as bewildering as it may have seemed, was carefully crafted by his dexterous hands. Always guiding the conversation away from himself with a practiced ease, it was obvious he sought to keep any clear image of his character permanently out of focus. He was like a mirage- not quite tangible, his perimeter fuzzy and constructed only of contradictory statements or nearly mythological anecdotes. No matter how hard you tried to get a peek behind the veil, he was always just out of sight. You had always been certain that the trajectory of any arrow fired by those same hands would be far straighter, cleaner, than any conversation you could ever hope to have with the huntsman.

Which is what made your current situation all the more unexpected.

“And this one?” His eyes darted to another one of the many trinkets you’d scattered across your bed. Lithe fingers hesitated over the pendant he’d zeroed in on, an owlish gaze flickering up to meet your own. He wanted permission. How very unlike himself, you thought. Or perhaps it was more like him than he’d ever been in your presence- you had no way of knowing, of course. You pushed the thought away and instead nodded affirmatively. He plucked the necklace from the duvet, its weight remembered by an indentation in the plush down.

“Yeah, I found that amber while digging around on the beach with Ace and Deuce. I’d never seen inclusions like that before. It just needed a little polishing up and it made for a really nice piece. The other stones are tigers eye- I got those online.” He held the petrified resin up to the sunbeams streaming through your bedroom window, nodding affirmatively as you spoke.

“Magnifique! How lucky you are, mon Trickster.” He rolled the stones between his fingers, a musical lilt coloring his speech. “You have quite the collection- a proper Cabinet des Merveilles.”

You shrugged at that, glancing down at the innumerable treasures you’d accumulated. Well, treasures was a subjective title to say the least. Bones or teeth belonging to unknown animals, each fragment you’d found in the woods and painstakingly cleaned to later preserve. Carefully dried flowers from plants you’d never seen prior to your arrival in Twisted Wonderland, as well as some familiar varieties you’d taken comfort in coming across. Sea glass, petrified coral, and iridescent shells you’d collected on trips to the coast with your friends. A shadow box of butterfly specimens found around the school’s botanical gardens, each one you’d mounted with care. Evidence of your time there, proof of your experiences and your memories and your love for a foreign place you’d slowly made home.

When you managed to untangle yourself from your own sentimentality, you realized he was watching you. He was waiting. His vibrant green eyes were too green in the early evening light, shining like pools of opaque, still wet oil paint.

“I’m glad you like them,” you answered simply, your voice far more hoarse than you’d anticipated. The bizarre nature of your situation only hit you further when he shifted his weight, his attention now focused solely on you- as if you were a specimen in your own collection.

All of this because he’d inquired about your earrings in homeroom.

They were simple things, really. Pretty green glass beads strung together with tiny bones you’d unearthed on one of your many hikes. They had belonged to something small, and you were certain the delicate pieces were vertebrae. It was a wonder they were so intact- however despite their relatively pristine condition, you had no idea what creature they’d belonged to.

You figured they’d caught the light just right, or maybe you’d tilted your head just so- it didn’t take much to catch the hunter’s attention, after all. Whatever the case, halfway through the lesson you’d noticed his keen eyes on you. Your recognition did nothing to deter his blatant staring; in fact, he’d waved at you. As strange as it may have been, you didn’t pay it much mind. Rook was odd, sure, but he’d never done anything outright malicious. Well, not towards you. This kind of behavior was well within his usual repertoire and therefore easy enough to ignore.

In much the same way, it wasn’t totally unexpected for him to descend upon you as soon as the bell rang for dismissal. Rook wasn’t an especially large guy, at least not compared to some of your other classmates. He was broad shouldered and sturdily built, sure, but he wasn’t a notable giant like Jack Howl. And yet something about Rook made him loom, an imposing presence despite his cheerful cadence and charismatic smile. He always toed a fine line, giving the impression that he was all over you without ever once making physical contact. Your encounter that day had been no different; he’d spouted off a laundry list of greetings and praises, only half of which you’d managed to catch, before dipping in closer to view your handiwork.

“Oh! Beau savoir-faire! Did you make these yourself, Trickster?” The way he’d honed in on the dangling vertebrae made you keenly aware of how they framed the vulnerable column of your throat; the equivalent to a neon sign for any apex predator, Rook himself included. Feeling ever more exposed, the rest of the conversation passed with a quickness you had grown to expect from the hunter. Before you knew it, you’d invited him to come by Ramshackle so he could view the rest of your collection. After all, it wasn’t often that someone took vested interest in your little hobby. Ace thought it was outright creepy. Shells were fine, and he could almost (almost) give the butterfly thing a pass, but bones were where he drew the line and made a point to tell you so. And tell you he did. Frequently. Deuce was less outright rude about his discomfort- he wasn’t Ace, after all- but the squeamish look on his face was enough to deter you from showing him any unusual specimens.

When you’d arrived home from classes that day, Rook was already on your doorstep. He looked excited, nearly childlike in his enthusiasm. You’d resolved to yourself then that letting him into Ramshackle would do no harm- Rook was strange, yes, but he was only as dangerous as the rest of your peers. He’d never been remotely unkind to you; in fact, he’d been extraordinarily helpful on more than one occasion. Besides, he was already there, patiently waiting for you on your own stoop. Turning him away now would be just plain rude, not to mention he often made pleasant company.

And so there you were, settled across from Rook Hunt of all people. Alone, in your otherwise desolate dorm- the Great Seven only knew where Grim had slinked off to when your guest arrived. Even the ghosts had made themselves scarce since you’d guided Rook to your bedroom. That being several hours prior, you were astonished that not a solitary soul had intruded upon your peace. Normally something or someone would’ve stirred up trouble for you by then, but the dormitory was silent. He was still silently observing you, and that exposed feeling from earlier in the day seeped back into your bones.

“The ones you’re wearing. May I look at them again? The lighting here is much better, no?” As always he sounded so sublimely agreeable, and it would’ve felt even more revealing to tell him no. Not that you wanted to tell him no, necessarily. If anything, you didn’t mind the thought of him getting closer. That was a damning thought you forced down immediately as you gave him the go ahead. He removed his hat and placed it somewhere beside him- you didn’t keep track of where, far too focused on his reasoning for doing so. He leaned in closer, so close in fact that the brim of his trademark accessory would’ve prevented him from achieving the proximity.

“Snake vertebrae,” he murmured, as if identifying them didn’t take a moment’s thought. “And my, how wonderfully preserved! You’re quite talented, mon Trickster.” His breath grazed your cheek as he spoke, words ringing impossibly close to your ear. The sudden thought that he smelled nice passed over you, only serving to grow your list of absolutely damning thoughts about Rook Hunt. The subsequent realization that there was a list to begin with would have made your blood run cold had the heat of your embarrassment not warmed you down to your bones.

You briefly recalled one of Floyd Leech’s many complaints he’d voiced to you on your living room floor. He’d dropped in uninvited, if memory served you right, but you’d digress for the moment. You weren’t sure of the full context- you didn’t make point to pay that much attention when Floyd was in one of his moods- but what you did remember was a rather innocuous detail he’d given you about the hunter sitting on your bed. That he only wore perfumes when he wanted to be noticed. Of course Floyd’s delivery had been much more coarse and insulting, but nonetheless. And the herbal, nearly floral scent you’d caught was definitely cosmetic, you were sure of that. So he wanted to be noticed by you, then? Another idea to add to your ever growing list.

The soft shuffling of leather brought your senses back into sharp focus. He’d removed one of his gloves, brandishing his bare hand in your line of sight. “May I?”

You nodded silently, watching it for as long as you could. A gentle tug on your earring let you know he was turning the charms around, looking it over carefully with those unnerving eyes of his. Wheatgrass strands of his cropped hair tickled your skin, but you held as still as one of the courtyard statues.

When he finally sat back he looked more than pleased. “Your finds are most impressive,” he chittered, tapping his bare fingers against his gloved ones. You watched them for a moment, taking note of the practiced calluses on each exposed fingertip- marks of his upbringing that even Vil’s carefully coordinated skincare routines couldn’t fully erase.

“But why do you collect them?”

The question wasn’t entirely unexpected- it was quite common for people to be curious about what motivated such a strange hobby. What was unexpected though was the glint in his eye. Something hopeful and genuine brewed behind his placid expression, something you couldn’t quite place but intended to figure out.

“Because they’re beautiful,” you replied, far surer and more steadfast than you’d been moments before.

“Even though they’re dead?” He raised a manicured eyebrow at you expectantly, the shine of his eyes catching the sun’s last bright rays.

“Of course. I mean why wouldn’t they be? It’s not like death itself is innately ugly. And dead things aren’t either.” It was your turn to lean forward, soaking up his expression that wasn’t all that unlike surprise.

A quiet laugh bubbled up past his lips. “So you do not fear death, then?”

You shook your head, matching the soft smile he offered you in exchange for your thoughts. “Death, no. Dying? Absolutely. Dying has a sensation- well, probably, its not like I’ve done it before- and that’s what I’m afraid of. What it feels like. I’m way more impartial when it comes to death itself. Mostly because it’s also impartial. It just is. It’s not malicious, or calculating. It’s just there.”

You brushed a hand over your trinkets, choosing your next words carefully. “I guess the only scary part about death is that when you’re dead, you run the risk of being forgotten. I mean, that’s why stuff like ruins and run down cemeteries are a thing. It’s not that those things don’t matter anymore because they’re dead, but because they’ve been forgotten about. Bones are a lot like that. Just because they aren’t up and moving anymore doesn’t mean they just cease to exist. The thought of dead things being forgotten about… bothers me? I guess? Especially when they’re beautiful things. Because all beautiful things were loved at some point, even in passing.” Perhaps this was all getting a little too introspective. Part of you wondered if you were a forgotten thing back in your own world; what had your loved ones done? Sometimes you felt like a dead thing with no body, no grave for them to visit. Something that had truly ceased to exist outside the memory of those around you. You worried you were revealing far too much, however his wide eyes and parted lips were all the encouragement you’d needed to continue forward.

“So I like to find them and clean them up. Yeah they’re inanimate now, but they deserve to be remembered and loved, even if they’ve changed. And I do love them. They’re special to me, just like the times and places I found them.”

Rook was wound taut like a bowstring, his posture rigid and features affixed in an expression of unmistakable awe. And there he was. Suddenly his usual shifting demeanor was frozen in time. The smoke and mirrors he usually deployed were no longer in effect, and you were absolutely sure that you were getting an honest look at him. Staring at him like that, you could recall a few instances where you’d seen him in momentary clarity. When he’d jump to protect his juniors, or when he nearly took off alone during the STYX debacle, and when something would catch him so off guard he’d throw his head back in unpracticed laughter. This was that Rook. The prolonged sight made it hard to breathe.

The final fiery glows of the setting sun illuminated him, now uninterrupted by the wide brim of his hat that still lay discarded on your bed. In the warm evening light you could faintly see the ghosts of freckles along his high cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, faded but still a part of him. His soft woodsy perfumes, the bare hand laid flat against your duvet and the hopeful way he stared at you, as if begging you to accept some sort of invitation you’d never consciously received.

For the first time you could recall, he looked weak.

And just as quickly, he began to slip away. His long lashes fluttered and he forced a quiet laugh- he was beginning to recompose his facade piece by piece. He went to work slipping on his missing glove, beginning one of his typical monologues- he was running. Whatever silent offer he’d given you, you’d sorely missed your chance. If you didn’t think of something, anything to stop him, you were sure this wouldn’t happen again. “Magnifique! Another devoted to the pursuit of love, much like myself! How dreadful it is that the evening is drawing to a close-“

“You’re so beautiful.”

Whatever door he’d tried to close was promptly blown off its hinges. There was a heavy silence that settled over the two of you as his already wide eyes grew to the size of saucers. The sun had fully dipped below the horizon, and now the fluorescent street lamp by your window illuminated his visage in new shades of blue.

“Excusez-moi?” His honey colored lashes fluttered as he once again met your gaze. You may as well have punched him in the gut.

“I said you’re beautiful, Rook.” By lightly nudging his hand away from his hat you only further disarmed him. Something in his posture went lax; the bowstring had finally snapped, leaving him boneless, powerless beneath your intense gaze. He looked relieved. Being so exposed was exhausting, yet set a visible shiver down his spine.

All at once you placed that glint in his eyes from before, his silent request coming into vivid focus. An aching desire to be a part of your larger collection- something to be coveted, something to be loved regardless of form. You supposed one devoted to the pursuit of love would crave it the most. Had that been what this was from the start? His benevolent assistance, his endless compliments, his unwavering attention? You’d written it off as his usual eccentricities, but had he been subtly peacocking this whole time? The way he allowed you to ever so gently remove both gloves and press your skin against his gave you all the confirmation you needed. When you trailed your fingertips along his forearms before encircling his wrists, he all but pushed them into your grip. There was something else in his verdant gaze, something that told you he’d ask you to maim him and enthusiastically thank you after the fact. Not that you’d ever want to harm him at all; no, seeing him in such a state gave you an abrupt and thorough understanding of his desire to protect all things beautiful.

However, Rook would, in fact, leave shortly after. Your time had drawn to a close, and he did have duties to tend to at his own dormitory. Part of you worried he wouldn’t come back- that the moment of weakness the huntsman shared would be regretted as soon as he slipped away.

How foolish of you.

A few days afterward on your way to class, you noticed something glinting in the morning light. An arrow, cleanly wedged into the clapboard by your front door. A little bag of trinkets had been secured to it, along with a note.

“Pour le Cabinet des Merveilles de mon amour” - R.

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Totally in the mood for an angsty eddie or steve blurb 🥺 and the way you write is just...*chefs kiss*. Can you do something off of "from the start" by Matt Schuster? This song and your writing would probably make me sob ngl

Eddie Munson x Reader x Player!Steve Harrington

★My Masterlist

Summary: Your intuition forewarned you that Steve is nothing but trouble, yet you couldn't help but be taken with him. When you grow tired of the situationship with Steve, your metalhead weed dealer provides a glimpse of something sweeter.

Author's Note: I'm sorry that this took forever to get done. I just finished OTMB, which was intense, so I needed a break from extreme angst. This might not make you sob but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

This is not a Steddie-related fic. Reader has a relationship with Steve and Eddie separately. Steve is not a nice guy in this, sowwy. Moderate angst & fluff. Be sure to reblog, follow, and show some love ♡

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: MDNI 18+ Substance use, mentions of sexual relations, insecurity, unrequited feelings, includes swearing.

Friday evenings in this dingy small-town bar are usually uneventful. More often than not, you’re just looking to get out of the confining qualities of your home. It’s freeing to watch the world breathe around you, despite this establishment not being particularly awe-inspiring. Besides the perpetually sticky chairs and cloudy glassware, this place has charm.

One of your favorite aspects of being a regular here is watching the local talent test out their latest material. Due to the other bargoers being less than enthusiastic about what’s happening on stage, you’re sure to give compensatory applause. When you're tipsy, you have the tendency to whistle and whoop too. Tonight’s act is a cover band playing upbeat billboard hits and they’re not half bad.

Sitting in the far back corner not only allows you to fade into the background, but also provides an unobstructed view of the room. It’s the best spot in the house for watching drunkards engage in senseless fistfights. You’re currently seated at the booth that you’ve long since claimed as your spot. You stare at the liquor that swirls inside of your glass with the back-and-forth motion of your hand. Your eyes flit upward to observe your surroundings and that’s when you spot him leaning on the bar.

You’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a throbbing between your legs. You’re practically drooling but to be fair it’s a lot to take in. Steve’s voluminous brown waves are styled to look effortless, though he dedicates time to molding each hair into place. Scattered constellations of moles span across his cheeks, jawline, and neck. They effectively guide your gaze down to the tuft of coarse curls peeking from the undone buttons of his shirt. Although what really has your attention is how his Levi’s hug his glutes as if they were tailored by God himself.

The thumping music becomes muffled to the point that you can no longer decipher the lyrics. An unknown force coerces you to continue checking him out from your place across the room. You try to convince yourself that he isn’t that handsome. But much to your frustration, you get dizzier with every swig he takes of his beer. It might be your buzz, or perhaps it’s the loneliness that dwells during these late hours. Whatever it is, you’re too far gone to be saved.

There’s a whisper of foresight in the back of your mind but it's promptly silenced when Steve turns his head and looks directly at you. You pray that the lighting is dim enough to conceal your deer-in-the-headlights expression.

A suggestive smirk forms on his lips while he examines your appearance. He’d noticed you gawking a few minutes ago but nothing beats the ego boost he gets from being eye-fucked by strangers. It makes him feel like “King Steve” again and that’s a rush he’ll never stop chasing.

As he approaches your table, you smooth a hand over the part in your hair in a blind effort to fix your appearance. Who are you trying to kid? You look anything but composed.

Steve doesn’t sit in the booth nor does he stand to the side. Instead, he positions himself right in front of you and takes a seductive sip of his beer.

It’s common courtesy to greet someone as soon as you walk up to them, but he hasn’t said anything. He’s giving you the chance to take him in, in all his glory.

“Hi, there.” You take the reins, aiming to embody a fraction of the confidence that Steve is exuding.

He doesn’t immediately respond because he’s relishing the way your eyes are traveling down his chest to his fingers and eventually making their way back up to his face. A few beats pass before he replies. “Are you here alone?”

You nod modestly and he beams boldly at your wordless answer. You’re relieved to be sitting down right now because a smile like that is enough to bring you to your knees.

“When I see a stunning person like yourself sitting by their lonesome, I’m inclined to offer them company.” He says with a tilt of his head.

Before you have a chance to register his intimation, Steve offers you his hand and leads you out the back door to the alleyway. The chill of the garnet brick starkly contrasts the heat of your exposed skin as he presses you against the building. He slots his knee between your legs and chuckles smugly at the way you’re gripping his shoulders and biting your lip. You hate how good it feels, not just the friction but also the thrill of being desired.

The alley is rather dark so the two of you are relying on your other senses. The impossibly lustful kissing is fueled by the red-hot desire surging through your veins. Steve’s fingertips explore beneath the hem of your shirt and caress your hips. By your breathy reactions alone he can tell how starved you are for affection and he intends on tasting whatever you’ll let him get his hands on.

In a matter of seconds, the intensity shifts and he begins kissing you with purpose. Almost as if this is something more than an impromptu back-alley makeout sesh. Steve pecks across your jaw to suck and nibble at the delicate skin along your pulse. As bruises bloom in the path of his lips, you’re warmed by the notes of cedarwood and vanilla emanating from his expensive cologne.

Candidly, you’re not one to indulge in behavior like this because you know that anyone who’s out at this hour isn’t looking to fall in love. This instance is no exception regardless of how romantic it is to be kissing beneath the stars.

Only later did you realize that Steve swept you off your feet before you could deny him the opportunity.

Unsurprisingly, it’s been a few days since you’ve heard from him. The endless cycle continues as it has for months. Steve says he misses you, the two of you hang out and sleep together, he goes MIA., and then you’re left waiting for the next phone call.

It would be generous to call it a friends-with-benefits dynamic. In spite of the hours you spend consuming each other's presence, Steve doesn’t see it as anything beyond two friends fooling around. He gets all of the perks that a boyfriend gets without any of the responsibility. You, on the other hand, have created an illusion of companionship. Steve takes more than he gives, but you don’t see it that way. It’s unfortunate that you’ve gotten yourself into a mindset where the bare minimum on his part appears to be the utmost effort.

Once in a while, he shows a glint of something more promising than whatever this is. You catch a glimpse of vulnerability from a side of Steve that you desperately want access to. You cling to those moments with the hope that if you offer yourself unconditionally, he’ll eventually want to be exclusive. The spark in his hazel eyes lit the inextinguishable flame that is singeing your heart to ash.

Within the casualness of the time that you spend together, there are occasions where a kiss is shared that instills the belief that your profound feelings are reciprocated. But deep in your bones, you know it's only fleeting. Ergo, you enjoy the short-lived fantasy until it inevitably comes crashing down once more.

The two of you share some chemistry but it’s not a perfect match. Steve is aware of the effect he has on you and he uses it as a means to keep you at his beck and call. The thing is, you’d felt special until you realized that the way Steve talks to you is how he talks to everyone. For some reason, you allow him to string you along. Can you do better than him? Definitely. Do you deserve better? Absolutely. Do you have the confidence to demand it from him? Nope.

Every time your phone rings, he sinks his claws deeper into you. Your attachment to Steve has an immense amount of power simply because of how badly you want to be loved. You eat up every crumb of attention and wait for more, no matter how much it pains you.

You’re torn between dying to see him and admitting that you should move on to greener pastures. Just when you uncover a sliver of self-worth, he calls you. It’s like he can sense when you’re slipping out of his grip and he needs to reel you back in.

It’s the waiting that causes you to question your decision of continuing to see him. While Steve is busy with some long-legged distraction, you’re confronted with indignity. If you had known it was going to hurt like this, you wouldn’t have joined him in the alley that night. While tangled in his sheets thereafter, you failed to recognize that he’d never pick you to be his one and only.

Nevertheless, you can’t stop missing him. You shouldn’t look forward to the way your bed smells after a night with him, but you do. The product is borderline intoxicating. The smell of your clean sheets having been tainted with his hairspray, sweat, and musk. You’d be a filthy liar if you denied sleeping with articles of clothing that he’s left behind on occasion.

Thinking that hearing his voice will help satiate the craving, you pick up your phone and punch in his digits. It rings four times before he picks up.

“Hello?” Steve answers with a winded huff.

You can’t resist the smile evoked by the sound of his voice. “Heyyyy, it’s me. What’re you up to?”

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

You glance at the clock and see that it’s not very late so you couldn’t have woken him. “Oh, uh. I miss-”

Despite Steve placing his hand over the microphone, you can hear him speaking to someone else before he addresses you. “Listen, I’m really busy. Don’t get in the habit of calling me out of the blue ‘cause it makes you look desperate. Try not to be so clingy, okay? You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Before you can apologize, the line clicks. Tears dribble over your waterline but you abrasively brush them off with the back of your hand. You’re not stupid, you know exactly what you just interrupted. His breathlessness made it painfully obvious. You can’t honestly expect someone like him to spend his nights alone.

Steve is not yours and you’re growing tired of wishing he was.

In order to dull the heartache brought on by the fact that you’re merely an option, you’ve rekindled your relationship with Mary Jane. There’s nothing quite like wading in a pool of dopamine that causes your brain to bob like a buoy in the soothing tides of fabricated bliss.

Having smoked the remainder of your most recent baggie, you’re here to obtain more bud. The surrounding woods chatter as the brisk wind weaves through the branches that overlap across the dreary sky. For the two years that Eddie has been selling to you, he’s been characteristically late to the meet-ups. According to him, he’s on schedule in “Eddie Time.” You don’t mind because it gives you a chance to soak in the solitude and get some fresh air.

Out of all of his customers, you’re his favorite by a mile. The easygoing connection that you share makes this side hustle worthwhile. Even though he doesn’t know you all that well, the exchanges have always felt relaxed, familiar, and safe.

Eddie arrives seven minutes after you’ve settled at the picnic table. He takes a seat in his usual spot across from you, his metal lunchbox clattering when dropped onto the tabletop. “Couldn’t bear to stay away any longer, huh?” Eddie smiles genially and pops the latches of the tin.

You grin weakly with a lowered gaze while wringing your hands. “You know I can’t keep myself from you, Munson.”

Right off the bat, Eddie detects your pensive energy but he chuckles lightly anyhow. “We met up a week and a half ago, don’t tell me you burned through that bag already.”

“I sure did. I was hoping to buy an ounce or two this time.” You absentmindedly knock your knuckles together.

Lifting his brows and tipping his head forward, Eddie looks at you through his lashes. “Shit, an ounce? I don’t think I’ve ever sold you that much at once.” Eddie straightens his posture but keeps his shoulders slack. “I know it’s none of my business but uh, is everything okay?”

Your weary eyes finally meet his watchful ones. “Yeah. I’m fine.” You release the pent-up pressure from your lungs with a sigh and drop your stare back to your hands. “I’m just dealing with some personal stuff.”

Eddie doesn’t know if you’re as comfortable with him as he does with you, so he decides to test the waters. “Do you wanna talk about it? I like to think that imma pretty decent listener.” He quips, watching to see if you have it in you to appreciate the lame humor.

You know that you can confide in Eddie but you haven’t processed your feelings for Steve to the extent of being able to voice them without sounding insecure. Not to mention, you’ve lost a considerable amount of sleep over the notion that you’re part of a rotation of people that he sleeps with. At least he tries to be discrete about it and doesn’t rub it in your face.

To credit Eddie’s attempt at making you smile, you audibly force air through your nose. “It’s nothing a little bud can’t help” You gulp, swallowing the realization of how pitiful that sounds. The amount that you’re asking for is by no means a small quantity. “Are we good for an ounce then?”

“No can do, sweet pea. I wasn’t under the impression that you’d be buying in bulk so I brought your usual half.” He tosses over a pre-portioned baggy containing the best nuggets from his current supply. He always gives you the good stuff.

Eddie feels bad for lying to your face because he does have more on hand but he doesn’t want to encourage a poor coping mechanism. Rather, he wants to put you in higher spirits without you actually having to get high. “Y’know, one time I got so stoned that I ordered fifty dollars worth of Chinese food.”

Your eyes widen as they find Eddie’s again. “No way. How did you manage to do that?”

While rubbing his forehead, Eddie chuckles at the recollection. “I had an insane case of the munchies, right? Shit, I kept forgetting I’d already placed an order. When the delivery guy showed up with six bags, I was so goddamn confused.”

You cover your mouth to camouflage your amusement. Even with repressing the urge to giggle, Eddie can see a sparkle as you wait for him to continue.

Eddie beams dazzlingly and embellishes his storytelling with dramatic hand motions. “Dude, I wish I was joking. So here I am, sitting in my bedroom with like- the entire menu’s worth of food. I’m talking egg rolls, chow mein, sweet and sour chicken, and cream cheese wontons. The whole nine yards.”

The warm tone of your laughter melds with the rolling breeze. “Please do not tell me you ate all of that in one night.” Judging by the furrow of Eddie’s brows and the way his cheeks retract to bare his teeth, you’re foreseeing the answer to that question.

He throws his hands up defensively. “You know damn well it doesn’t taste as good having it as leftovers.” Eddie chuckles with a pained expression, thinking back to the stomach ache he got from that night. “After that fiasco, I’ve made sure to stock up on snacks before smoking.” Eddie shakes his head but his smile doesn’t wane just yet.

To put it plainly, cheering you up is rewarding for him. He hates seeing you so heavy-hearted when you have the sweetest laugh he’s ever heard. Eddie is pleased with himself for having succeeded in livening your mood even if you won’t fill him in on the details of your troubles.

“I’ll keep your cautionary tale in mind then.” After a couple of stray giggles, you grab the plastic baggy that he’d tossed over. A folded twenty-dollar bill is pulled from your front pocket and held out to him.

Eddie’s smile falters. He accepts the cash and watches as you stand to leave. “Now I don’t wanna see you back here so soon, you got that?”

“Roger that.” You nod and give Eddie a double-digit salute as you step away from the picnic table.

“Pace yourself, sweetheart! That’s potent stuff!” He hollers with the remnants of his smile as you disappear at the forest’s opening.

It’s been several days since that call with Steve. You now find yourself at home watching MacGyver reruns while folding freshly dried laundry. Without question, you lack the enthusiasm to cook dinner tonight. It’s difficult to get yourself to when you’re bogged down from Steve withdrawal, so you wind up munching on potato chips. Part of you is glad he hasn’t called but if you’re being honest with yourself, you miss him.

You’re growing bored of sitting around but there isn’t a whole lot else to distract yourself with besides getting high. Luckily your telephone rings before you can legitimately consider baking edibles. You hope to god it's not Steve but it is around the time of night that he routinely scoops you up to take you back to his place.

You answer reluctantly. “Hello?”

“Hey, how’s it going?”

You hesitate, putting the voice to a face. “Eddie?” It’s unheard of for him to reach out to you. He’s never called you before. Normally, you contact him when you’re running low on weed.

“Bingo. How’re you doing tonight, ya got any plans?”

As much as you don’t want to admit how uneventful this Saturday night is, you don’t feel pressured to make it sound like you’re having the time of your life. “Um no, no plans. Why do you ask?”

Eddie gulps. “Well, I was wondering if you wanna hang out.”

“Do people usually kick it with their drug dealers?” You ask teasingly with a giggle at his proposal.

Eddie snorts. “Nooo, I just got to thinking, we’ve known each other for years now but we don’t really know each other. I guess I’m curious to see what you’re all about. I hope that’s not too forward-”

“Not at all. I’d love to get out and do something. Pick me up in forty-five minutes?”

“Yeah, I can totally do that. Uh- see you shortly then.”

Finally, you have somewhere to be other than rolling around in Steve’s bed.

When it comes to buying from Eddie, you normally show up in whatever you’ve got on at the moment. Although, you’ve never spent time together like this before. Taking a glance down at your current threads, you realize that you need to find something else to wear. Crumbs fall to the floor when you brush them off of the t-shirt that hangs loosely over your chest.

Despite not being on a personal level with each other, you know that he’s anything but judgmental. Hypothetically, you could get into his van in your current outfit that has mystery stains and dime-sized rips. Eddie could give a shit, but the nagging self-consciousness is overpowering.

You manage to put together an ensemble that’s equally as comfortable as your pajamas but far more presentable. You’ve just finished slipping on your socks when there’s a rhythmic wrapping at your door. You shove your feet into your shoes and tie them hastily before opening the door.

Eddie’s expression is glowing when his eyes meet yours. “Ready to go?”

You nod with a grin and step through the threshold, pulling the door closed and locking it.

“Alright then, let’s blow this popsicle stand.” He tosses his car keys into the air and catches them.

While making your way toward his van, you chuckle at his vibrance. “So what did you have in mind, anyway?”

Eddie takes long strides in order to beat you to the passenger side door. He aggressively jiggles the handle until it unlatches and swings open. “I was thinking we could get some grub, my treat.” He holds the door open with one hand and offers his other as leverage.

Has your stomach been growling all night? You hadn’t noticed that the potato chips failed to hold you over until now. “I could eat.” You appreciatively place your hand in his and maneuver into the passenger seat. Steve never holds doors for you. You forgot gallantry even exists.

After jogging around the front of the van, Eddie rips open the driver's side door and slides onto the seat. He slots his keys into the lock cylinder and turns the keys over. The engine sputters to life. “Atta girl,” he presses his fingers to his lips and rubs a kiss on the dashboard.

You assume he’s taking you to Benny’s Diner but that’s not what he has planned. The drive to this undisclosed location is taking longer than you anticipated. Fifteen minutes have sailed by with the help of music seeping from the crackling speakers and mellow small talk.

After cruising along the outskirts of the neighboring town, Eddie turns off of the barren road onto the gravel that surrounds a small burger shack. It’s a hidden gem because the town it resides in is smaller than Hawkins. The twilight embraces the hut that is partially illuminated by a towering neon sign that reads “Val’s Hamburgers.”

Eddie wants you to really enjoy the food, so you share the joint that was stashed in his glove box. Regardless of not being well versed in the variation of marijuana strains, you can tell this stuff is stronger than what he supplies you.

You’re sitting by yourself in the back of his van with the side door pulled open. A buzzing crawls across your skin while your fingers tap out the beat to a song that doesn’t exist. The chirping crickets are providing a soundtrack to your weed-induced contentment. You blink lazily, your focus settling on the darkness outside while waiting for Eddie to arrive with the food. A coolness seeps through your shirt from the metal against your back. The grounding nature of the sensation keeps your lids tethered open.

For no particular reason, there’s a stupid grin painted on your face. You feel amazing right now not being worried about existing in Steve’s orbit. The crisp air fills your lungs with your sluggish inhales and it’s refreshing. With your legs crisscrossed beneath you, your body is free of anxious fidgeting. Aside from the tranquility, you’re borderline starving. Your tummy growls loudly and it makes you laugh.

Eddie returns to the van sooner than you’d expected, though you’re not sure how much time has actually passed. It could’ve been four minutes, it could’ve been ten. You have no clue. You’re so comfortable on the cushy blanket laid out beneath you that the passing of time is a concept that you no longer cognize.

He steps into the van and pulls the door closed. The vehicle bounces from the force of Eddie plopping down into a seated position across from you. Your mouth waters as you eyeball the white paper bag in his grasp. The wetness coating your tongue relieves the THC-induced drought. Eddie straightens his legs out in order to use his thighs as a table.

You’re growing far too impatient to wait any longer. Eddie chuckles when you make grabby hands at the milkshake. As soon as he passes it over, you take the straw between your lips and suck. The sugary liquid pacifies your eagerness and you fixate on the crinkling sound that fills the van as Eddie splays the burger wrapper across his lap.

You watch quizzically as he takes the top bun off. “Are you dissecting your dinner?”

“Mmm, not quite.” He glances up at you, “My dear, I am creating the most delicious cheeseburger in Roane county.”

One of your brows raises skeptically. You continuously sip your milkshake while you observe him Frankensteining his meal. Eddie’s ringed hand plunges into the grease-stained paper bag and pulls out a wad of hot french fries. They’re promptly dropped onto the meat patty. The top bun is returned to its rightful place and given two taps with his fingers for good measure.

You can’t help the smile threatening to form. “C’mon, seriously? That’s-”

“Shush, just try it.” Eddie leans forward and angles his fry-stuffed burger to your lips.

You place your hand on top of Eddie’s to stabilize it while you take a bite. Holy shit. The saltiness paired with the cold lettuce, melted cheese, and greasy beef is positively rocking your world.

Eddie takes a larger bite in the same spot that you did as he watches your expression change. The passing of the muted seconds feels boundless. “Soooo? What’s the verdict?” Although he hasn’t finished chewing, he shoves additional fries into his mouth.

You wipe grease from the corner of your mouth and shrug, “It’s okay.”

A crease forms between Eddie's brows. “Just okay? It’s revolutionary and you know it!” He doesn’t mean to speak so loudly but his high can’t stunt the enthusiasm he has for his ingenious combination.

“Alright, it’s phenomenal. I’ll give you that.” Your head is spinning but the munchies are in full force. Earlier, you told him that you didn’t want a burger. But after trying his, you really want more. Lucky for you, he offers you another bite without you having to ask.

Eddie licks the salty shine from his fingertips and watches you finish up the portion of the fries that he spared. He tells you about a weird dream he had last week and it has you in stitches. The image he’s painted of him being chased by a mob of evil Slinkies is amusing, to say the least. Your high is peaking so you’re convinced that this is the funniest shit you’ve ever heard.

Instead of giving commentary, you let him ramble with his grandiose storytelling. He’s caught up in the details until he begins to miss your voice. Eddie stops himself from moving on to describing another dream he had. “What about you, have any odd ones lately?”

The dream you choose to share isn’t nearly as bizarre, but Eddie is looking at you like you’re the most fascinating person he’s ever met. He listens with intensity and it indicates how much he cares about what you have to say. You’re having trouble recalling the sequence of events, but he’s following along just fine. Eddie downright adores the way your nostrils flare right before you get to the funny part.

He doesn’t know why he never asked you to hang out before, you’re such a dream to him. The desire to explore you from eyelids to ankles is far too substantial to ignore. You’re exactly what he’s always wanted. A little too feisty to function, but all the while you’re incredibly kind when you want to be.

It’s only been two minutes, but it feels like you’ve been talking for an hour. You gradually stop gabbing in an attempt to cool your jets because of how annoying that must have been for him to have to sit through.

Eddie picks up on it in a heartbeat. His smile falls as he witnesses your confidence shrink. “You okay?”

The tingling becomes unbearable so you unfold your legs and straighten them out alongside his. “Yeah, of course.” Steve is the one who does all the talking. He vents about his issues while you listen subserviently. He has never done that for you.

With his gaze angled down to reduce the sensation of a spotlight being cast on you, Eddie twists the skull ring around the base of his finger. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

You tilt your head back against the metal wall and look down your nose at him. “Go for it.”

Eddie clears his throat, trying not to fixate on the heat radiating from your legs that are a mere inch from his. “Stop me if I’m overstepping, but uh- what’s got you so down lately?”

You take a second to contemplate lying or spilling your guts about your romance-related dilemma. “You really wanna know?”

“I really do.” Eddie pushes his curls behind his ears to ensure he hears everything you have to say.

With a shallow breath, you bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around your shins to keep them in place. “Boy problems.”

“Oh,” He nods. “What’s this guy’s deal?”

Your look at Eddie because you’re surprised that he wants you to elaborate. His benign expression conveys that it’s okay to talk about it. You lick your lips and avert your gaze before delving into the heartache. “Long story short, I’m fun to fool around with but not enough to be his girlfriend.”

“That’s bullshit.” Eddie is quick to shut down your remark. From your choice of words, he can tell that you need someone to care for you and that you’ve been neglected of being cherished. He desperately wants to prove himself worthy of doing that. “You’re good enough. I mean it.” He nudges your shoe with his sneaker, watching closely as you bring your head up from its bowed angle.

Eddie’s words echo in your head while you bite down on your lip. You’ve never had a guy say that to you. You’re lost in distress and unable to process the compliment. “He sleeps with other people. A handful, actually. And when he chooses me for the night, I guess I feel wanted.”

It’s obvious that you’re being taken advantage of. How could someone think you’re not worth it? You’re worth it and Eddie would risk it all for you. He’s so annoyed that he doesn’t hear the change in his tone. “Why are you letting him treat you like a doormat? You’re smarter than that.”

Your eyes snap to Eddie’s face. What the fuck? The words of shock die in your throat. You open up to him and that’s how he responds? Your tears reflect the glow of the light fixture overhead. You tuck your face behind your knees to conceal the broken expression that reveals how mortified you are.

Eddie’s voice softens in realization, “Shit. Please don’t cry, sweetheart.”

You do your best to keep the tears at bay with every brain cell you have. The last thing you want is to be this vulnerable ever again. You squeeze your eyes closed so tightly that it hurts because you’ll be damned if a single tear is shed.

Eddie reaches over and loosely takes your hand in his, giving you the opportunity to rip your hand away if you wish to. The pad of his thumb strokes over your knuckles.

The soothing sensation causes a cry to spill from your throat but you choke it down and swallow it. You don’t know how to process a guy genuinely caring about you.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean-”

“No,” You lift your head to face him. “You’re right. I brought this on myself. He treats me like that because I let him.”

Your hardened expression makes Eddie anxious but your hand still hasn’t left his. He takes it as a sign that he didn’t totally blow his chances. Eddie scoots closer and wipes the tear on your cheek with a feather-light touch. “It’s not your fault. I’m just a fucking idiot.” When he fiddles with your fingers in his palm, he catches how your shoulders slacken. “I was trying to say that you don’t have to settle for being his toy. You deserve more than he’ll ever be able to give you.”

The pessimist in you wants to argue that you’ll never find anyone better and that you’re being treated for what you’re worth. But it occurs to you that all this time, it’s been Steve’s voice convincing you of that. You’ve been made to feel insignificant to the extent that you believed he was the only guy who could possibly tolerate you.

You can’t help but smile at Eddie’s certainty and he eats it up. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

Eddie doesn’t dare to break eye contact as he bathes in your radiance. “A smile looks good on you.”

Normally you’d hide your face but you don’t. Your stare is locked on his burnt honey irises. It‘s like a warm blanket is being draped over your shoulders.

If Eddie could change the way you see yourself, you’d understand why Steve doesn’t deserve you.

Since that night at Val’s, you’ve built a routine of getting high and doing something spontaneous together. Last weekend Eddie took you to The War Zone. You were hesitant at first but in the end, you had a blast. The far corner of the store was your favorite part. Eddie had never seen someone so excited over tiny jars. You were delighted and he couldn’t bring himself to talk you out of buying them. For ten minutes, you went on about all of the objects you could put in jars that little. He would’ve sat and listened to you list things all day.

You don’t miss Steve anymore. Every time you looked into his eyes you saw that he wasn’t looking into yours with the same passion. You perceived him as this incredible guy who could do it all. But in reality, he offered you so little.

Steve was meant to show you what isn’t right for you. Every time his hands roamed your body, they had no intention of touching your soul. The blissed-out feelings that were once evoked by Steve’s hands are now brought on by the sweet nothings that Eddie whispers.

All this time, there was something better out there for you and you’ve finally found it.

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necnnights · 6 months

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In which Hwajung hears something familiar.

FEATURING: Go Hwajung, Choi Eunbyul, Yoon Mingeun

SETTING: October 2023

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

MINGEUN, 7:18 AM: you might like this [link]

It’s turned into something of a joke between them, to send each other music the other person may or may not like. Hwajung listens to bits and pieces of Mingeun’s suggestions, which tend to be all the newest kpop releases. This one is no different. She looks at the album cover: a close-up of a bright green guitar with the album’s title, ROCKST★R, faux-scratched into its side, and rolls her eyes.

MINGEUN, 7:19 AM: have you met jaesun yet?

She hasn’t. She’s only heard the name tossed around and seen a rather pathetic-looking guy who carries himself like he’s the only person in the world around the company.

HWAJUNG, 7:19 AM: i haven’t

She wonders what he has to do with anything, and then she opens the Melon link to see ROCKST★R: The Second Mini Album by Hwang Jaesun, released yesterday. Leave it to Mingeun to be so attuned to current events. She should do the same, because they’re labelmates, but Hwajung has only listened to two Fable albums ever.

MINGEUN, 7:19 AM: i’ll get jaeseop to introduce you one day MINGEUN, 7:20 AM: you should listen to the album. it reminds me of you. i think you’d really like it ❤️

Against her better judgment, Hwajung presses play. She has very low expectations. It has to be a mass-produced take on rock, something boring and uninspired. She doesn’t bother with her headphones, just rolls over in bed and increases the volume on her phone. It’s more or less what she expects. There’s a bit of guitar. The tinkling of hi-hats. The general structure of a kpop song: verse to pre-chorus to chorus, all of that over again, a completely unnecessary rap section that passes for a bridge. Somehow, she makes it through all three minutes and twenty-eight seconds of the song. She glances at the total runtime. Five songs, fifteen minutes and forty-nine seconds. Fine, by all counts and measures. Hwajung’s only uncertainty is that she doesn’t want to spend fifteen minutes of her time with this album.

By then, she’s almost a minute into the second song. This one is better than the first, something she can see herself listening to again. The thought is surprising.

HWAJUNG, 7:24 AM: i’ll let you know MINGEUN, 7:24 AM: [sticker]

She sorts through the rest of her messages as the song continues. She assures Aerin that they’re working on the new music for their next Korean EP. Hwajung wants it to be a full length album, but they’re running out of time. She ignores Taein’s message that reads something similar. She thumb-ups Yumi’s message in the group chat about throwing out their month-old vegetables, and wonders why they didn’t do that sooner.

Then the third song starts, and Hwajung is struck by the strangest sense of deja vu. The song sounds so familiar, that if she was a betting woman, she’d put money on having heard it before. The only problem is that it doesn't make any sense. The song was released yesterday. Hwajung has never met Jaesun, much less listened to his music before public release. She frowns, reaching for the headphones on her nightstand. She rewinds back and forth through the song, the sound fuller through her headphones than her phone speakers. The drum fills remind her, oddly enough, of herself. It does have its original points: the lyrics, the second verse replaced by another rap verse. Yet something about the melody sounds increasingly familiar to her.

Hwajung pauses the song to look through its credits: composed by someone named SEOUL’D OUT. She checks through the other tracks. Everything is the same. Lyrics by SEOUL’D OUT and occasionally Hwang Jaesun, music by SEOUL’D OUT. She taps the hyperlink in the producer’s name. Their only credits are on songs by Jaesun, who has two EPs, a fact previously unknown to Hwajung. She’s currently listening to his second.

She continues her research, though there isn’t much to research. She discovers two Naver forum threads asking who he is, from people she assumes are Jaesun’s fans. They come to nothing conclusive, just a sentiment that the producer must be very private and secretive. She briefly considers that it could be Jaesun himself. That doesn’t make much sense when he’s credited as a lyricist under his own name. She skims through a few of Jaesun’s interviews and eventually comes across a video where he briefly mentions it.

The Jaesun on her phone screen sits across from the interviewer and says, “SEOUL’D OUT? He’s a friend of mine. I wouldn’t be here without him. Thanks, hyung!” He makes a heart over his head and Hwajung has to pause the video before she throws up.

That’s it. She presses play on the music again, then texts Mingeun.

HWAJUNG, 7:40 AM: do you know who jaesun’s producer is?

He doesn’t respond immediately. The fourth song starts, and this too, reeks of familiarity. The only other conclusion Hwajung comes to is plagiarism. But there are no Neon Nights songs that sound exactly like this, nothing other than their oldest material and some never released songs Sungjae wrote. Sungjae. Hwajung sits upright and combs through her hair with her hands. SEOUL’D OUT. A sellout. Going from an indie rock band to pop music writer would do that to Sungjae. He’s from Seoul. She wonders why it took her four songs to connect the dots.

MINGEUN, 7:42 AM: some friend of his. why? you wanna steal him for neon nights? HWAJUNG, 7:42 AM: can you come over? you might think i’m crazy for this. MINGEUN, 7:42 AM: [sticker] MINGEUN, 7:43 AM: fifteen minutes

She skips to the fifth song, and is almost certain she’s right. If she listened to the album all over again, with the thought in her head, she’d hear him on every track. Hwajung is sure of it. The more she thinks about it, the more she finds Sungjae’s fingerprints all over it. She can’t believe she didn’t see this from the beginning.

Hwajung hurries to brush her teeth and put on a nicer shirt and wipe the sleep from her eyes. She sticks her head out of the bathroom to catalog the shoes near the door. Only Eunbyul’s Converse are there, thankfully.

She knocks on Eunbyul’s bedroom door, because she knows Sungjae almost as well as Hwajung does. Eunbyul opens the door, looking like she just woke up.

“I need you to listen to this and tell me what you think,” Hwajung says around the toothbrush in her mouth. She thrusts her phone screen in Eunbyul’s direction.

Eunbyul squints at it. “ROCKST★R? Jaesun’s new album?”

Hwajung takes the toothbrush out of her mouth. “You know him?”

“Not well.” She shrugs. “What’s so urgent?”

“Just listen to it,” Hwajung says. “Mingeun’s going to be here soon.”

MINGEUN, 8:00 AM: here

The three of them sit in the kitchen while Jaesun’s album plays off Eunbyul’s phone.

Eunbyul speaks first. “It’s not a bad album. Was I supposed to hear something specific?”

Hwajung can’t keep it in anymore, so she says, “It sounds like something Sungjae would write.”

Her words are met with silence, until Mingeun says, “Your piece of shit brother? How would Jaesun know him?”

Hwajung throws her hands up in the air. “I don’t know. It sounds like him to me and the producer of Jaesun’s album doesn’t write for anyone else. His name is SEOUL’D OUT.” She turns to Eunbyul. “Sungjae would consider himself a sellout.”

“That doesn’t mean this person is him,” Eunbyul argues. “Seoul is a big city. There are lots of other failed rock or rap or hip-hop musicians who might consider themselves sellouts if they wrote pop music.”

“It feels like him,” Hwajung insists, knowing she sounds irrational. She also knows that Sungjae still thinks he was unfairly forced out of the band and spends much of his time hypercritical and in disagreement with her musical direction. She wouldn’t put it past him to try and worm himself back into Taein’s good graces and maybe the band.

Mingeun slides off his seat and begins to pace around the kitchen. “Let’s say this is him. What would he gain from being Jaesun’s dedicated producer? And how do they know each other?”

“Sungjae never wanted to leave the band,” Eunbyul says. “He’s probably still upset. I don’t see him ever getting over it. He tried to write music for your group a few years ago. I think Taein-nim turned him down every time he tried.”

“He did?” Mingeun asks in surprise.

Hwajung stares at him until he adds, “I’m glad Taein-nim kept telling him no. I wonder what’s different with Jaesun.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Hwajung cuts in. “What do I do about this?”

“Nothing,” Eunbyul says. Hwajung stares at her too. “What do you think you’re going to do about this? Demand the two of them stop working together? They could really be friends.”

That line of reasoning doesn’t make sense to her. How could Sungjae, who rarely goes out and rarely went out, except for school and to hang out with his little clique of pretentious composers, just happen to be friends with the newest artist at her company? She’s sure there’s something else going on. Maybe they’re both part of it, some conspiracy to bring her down.

“It’s not that simple. It can’t be,” Hwajung says, teetering on the edge of conspiracy theorism.

Eunbyul glances at Mingeun, and asks, “Has Hwajung ever told you how we signed with Taein-nim?”

She has not. Mingeun pauses his pacing to think for a second, and shakes his head.

Hwajung sighs, because she really doesn’t think it’s necessary. “He found us at the Pentaport Rock Festival in 2017. This was before Eden and Qiuyun, when Sungjae and our old keyboardist, Myunghoon, were still in the band. When he approached us, we thought it meant all of us. Doesn’t that make sense? We were under a small label, and he promised us more.

“Then we learned he wanted to make an idol band, and he only wanted to sign half of us so that we’d be a single-gender group, because that sells better. Sungjae was our frontman and primary songwriter. He did a lot of the negotiation up until that point. Taein-nim probably assumed it would be him and Myunghoon, and left it up to us to find him. He was shocked when the three of us showed up instead.”

Hwajung smiles at the memory. She’s never done anything that had Taein so surprised and upset and disappointed at the same time again. “He almost broke his promise. I don’t know why he had to go and add Eden and Qiuyun. We would have done well without them.”

She shakes herself out of the reverie. “That’s how Sungjae left. He hasn’t done anything else related to the band in years. This has to be him. He wants something from me. From us.”

Mingeun stops pacing and folds his arms over his chest. “Are you feeling okay? Sleeping okay?”

Hwajung spins in her seat so she can face him head-on. “You think I’m losing it. Seeing—hearing—something that doesn’t exist.”

“You admitted it in your text,” he says, raising his voice to match hers. “What am I supposed to think, when you say shit like that?”

“You started it,” Hwajung says pettily. “I wouldn’t have listened to it if you didn’t recommend it. Maybe it reminds you of me because it’s my fucking brother writing the fucking songs.”

“Ask him about it,” Eunbyul interrupts.

To be honest, the thought never occurred to her. She thinks about it for a moment, and then says, “What if he lies? This is clearly an alias. He wouldn’t admit it to me. You ask him, unnie.”

Eunbyul frowns. “He’s your brother. I haven’t spoken to him in years.”

“I haven’t spoken to him in three months,” Hwajung says.

“He’s your brother,” Mingeun repeats, pacing again.

They both have decent relationships with their siblings. They don’t understand the rivalry and competition that has always existed between Hwajung and Sungjae, spurred on by their parents, that has always prevented them from getting along like siblings should or the so-called twin telepathy.

Hwajung scowls. “Fine.”

She thinks about it for a moment, composing the perfect message in her head. It’s too plain and simple to accuse Sungjae of… something. She doesn’t know what he’s trying to do, and she’s tired of guessing. At long last, Hwajung picks up her phone again and sends her brother a text.

HWAJUNG, 8:32 AM: you’re not a sellout

#╰ maestro maestro i’m a pretty psycho ⸻ writing.#╰ maestro maestro i’m a pretty psycho ⸻ hwajung.#ficnetfairy #fictional idol community #kpop oc #fake kpop group #idolverse #idol oc

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auroraeternal · 7 months

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Bold the facts — Ingrid x Christie

I was tagged by @mainlyjustthesims (thank you ❤❤❤). Idk if is here restriction for quantity of characters for one post, but I want to take this tag game for my main couple, because I promised to tell more about them. Ingrid is blue text and Christie is red, if something is applies to both of them it will be just bold.

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate/ sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable (Ingrid is being treated for an anxiety disorder.)

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other (They are going to start their own band, and are on the lookout for more members, in the process, they do a variety of part-time jobs, for example, Ingrid writes lyrics for other musicians, and Christie draws sporadically on commission and works in a cafe.)

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other / high school dropout (Christie and Ingrid met each other when studied in arts college).

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (Ingrid has fought a few times, but mostly to defend herself or others. Only one fight has been initiated by her.)

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s)/ not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased (Ingrid is in good relationships with her young brother, that she grown with, but she doesn't communicate much with her half-sisters, that was born after she moved out from her family to other city to study in college.)

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable (Ingrid and her brother were raised by a single mom who married another man when they were already adults. Christie grew up with both mom and dad.)

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded/ in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable/ in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower /in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard /in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between/ unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful/ unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic (Ingrid is atheistic satanist and Christie just doesn't care about religions at all)

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral /sex favorable/ naive and clueless (Ingrid is traumatized from her past relationships due to being"in the closet" for a long time)

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good/ moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

Idk who to tag, again... @you-will-never-find-me-anymore, @nectar-cellar, maybe ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#tag game #bold the facts #sim: ingrid #sim: christie #the sims 3 #ts3 #simblr

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itslillyillustrates · 2 years

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hello!! so i was wondering, on your picrew, who are the pink lady and the cyclops? they’re really cute and they look familiar but i can’t quite figure out where they’re from :) also, i love your art style, it’s so pretty! and your oc’s are so cool i absolutely love their outfits.

thank you!!! <3★★

they're from the album "burn pygmalion!!! a better guide to romance" by the scary jokes! it's a synth-pop concept album that tells their story.

their names are jeanine and sylvia, who are both in a relationship that turns long-distance and spirals into introspection and fear of the past repeating itself. it follows the relationship from complete pining, awestruck love, intimacy, insecurity, attempts at resentment, crash and burn, picking up the scraps, and an unknown future.

it's my favorite album ever and is really sentimental to me, especially for the lesbian love and realistic portrayal of all the different emotions you may feel in a relationship.

the scary jokes have a really nice musical style, it's so soothing. their voice is gorgeous, and i adore the word choice of the lyrics. it's very poetic.

burn pygmalion/the scary jokes is a special interest of mine, so excuse the sheer amount of elaboration for your question :'0)

#lillyasks

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confinedmadness · 1 year

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レモネード by nqrse

Lemonade by nqrse

Japanese lyrics with English translation by confinedmadness

Alphabet transliteration at the end

★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・

なんか全部上手くいかないわレモネードに溶かしちゃえば

Somehow nothing goes right Just let it all go with lemonade

何もないの　それが嫌で起きたら今日で　明日が怖く思うの Tryはしたの　頑張らないとって「頑張れない人はそこに居ないでよね」

There is nothing 　 I hate that It’s today when I wake up 　 I think tomorrow is scary I tried; I had to do my best “Someone who can’t do their best shouldn’t be here“

お陰様でクソ病んだ　晴らすstressとメンタル持ち直す一旦のbreak 与太話にはfuck off　真偽なんてunknown でも私が踊ってなんか意味あんの？

Because of you I feel horribly sick 　 To clear stress A little break to recover mentally Fuck off to gossip 　 The authenticity is unknown Is there meaning to me dancing?

許せてないから忘れてないんだでもレモネードに流しちまえばもう動じないぜ　不幸自慢そういや最初から興味ないわ

I haven’t forgiven that’s why I haven’t forgotten Just let it drown in lemonade You won’t be perturbed 　 Bragging of your misfortunes Oh right I wasn’t interested from the start

抜け出すreal life　気になったカフェでparty Egoも根伸ばしたいだけさダサいdress codeでふざけたような態度それも自分 in the place to be

Break away from real life 　 Party in that café that caught your eye I just want my ego and self to stretch Fooling around in a lame dress code That’s me in the place to be

これからglassに掛けるmagic 忘れようがない情景 It’s okay さあ裸足でランデブー　迷路もいっそ帰らない君とありふれてる夢の中で

The magic I’m putting on the glass after this An unforgettable sight 　 It’s okay Come, a barefoot rendezvous 　 I’d rather not leave the maze With you inside a commonplace dream

愛想もない自堕落な視界に愛をそんな素晴らしくない　素晴らしい日々に浸っている理想も膨らまなくたってもういいや 1人じゃ背負きれないしな　いいや　私は私だ　イエイ

Put love into the affectionless self-indulgent view It’s not that amazing, immersed in splendid days It’s enough even if ideals don’t grow Can’t take that burden alone, It’s fine, I’m me, yey

もてなす　パーティに居るHaters 「もうそこに居ないで」 You said that 恨みや妬みもそこに置いといて今を切り取れば名画　Freshな空気がペースメーカー Thursday 少しのHoney

Welcome 　 Haters in the party “Don’t be there” You said that Leave your resentment and envy Focus on now for a masterpiece 　 The fresh atmosphere sets the pace A little honey on Thursday

これからglassに掛けるmagic 忘れようがない情景 It’s okay さあ裸足でランデブー　迷路もいっそ帰らない君とありふれてる夢の中で

The magic I’m putting on the glass after this An unforgettable sight 　 It’s okay Come, a barefoot rendezvous 　 I’d rather not leave the maze With you inside a commonplace dream

剥き出しの悪意に触れちゃう Now I’m paralyzed 処方箋じゃ変わらない全ては小さじ一杯の勇気があればParadise 不安だろうが Trust me　面舵取らずにこのtapeをRewind やっちまった過去　待ってました trouble 俺の勝手だって歌おう　夕暮れ時　飲み干すレモネード Hello, Let me show your dance

To be exposed to unhidden malice Now I’m paralyzed 　 A prescription can’t help Everything is paradise if you have a teaspoon full of courage I know you’re anxious but trust me 　 Rewind this tape without holding the starboard Things you’ve done in the past 　 Trouble is waiting It’s my choice, let’s sing 　 Early evening 　 Down the lemonade Hello, let me show your dance

これからglassに掛けるmagic 忘れようがない情景 It’s okay さあ裸足でランデブー　迷路もいっそ帰らない君とありふれてる夢の中で

The magic I’m putting on the glass after this An unforgettable sight 　 It’s okay Come, a barefoot rendezvous 　 I’d rather not leave the maze With you inside a commonplace dream

★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・

Nanka zenbu umaku ikanai wa Remode-do ni tokashichaeba

Nanimo nai no Sore ga iya de Okitara kyou de Ashita ga kowaku omou no Try wa shita no Ganbaranai to tte “Ganbarenai hito wa soko ni inaide yo ne“

Okagesama de kuso yanda Harasu stress to Mentaru de mochinaosu Ittan no break Yotabanashi ni wa fuck off shingi nante unknown Demo watashi ga odotte nanka imi an no?

Yurusetenai kara wasuretenainda Demo remone-do ni nagashichimaeba Mou doujinai ze fukou jiman Sou iya hana kara kyoumi nai wa

Nukedasu real life Ki ni natta kafe de party Ego mo ne nobashitai dake sa Dasai dress code de fuzaketa you na taido Sore mo jibun in the place to be

Kore kara glass in kakeru magic Wasureyou ga nai joukei it’s okay Saa hadashi de ran de bu- Meiro mo isso kaeranai Kimi to arifureteru yume no naka de

Aisou mo nai jidaraku na shikai ni ai wo Sonna subarashikunai subarashii hibi ni hitatteiru Risou mo fukuramanakutatte mou ii ya Hitori ja shoi kirenai shi ni iiya watashi ha watashi da iei

Motenasu party in iru haters “Mou soko ni inaide” You said that Urami ya netami mo soko ni oitoite Ima wo kitoreba meiga Fresh na kuuki ga pacemaker Thursday sukoshi no honey

Korekara glass ni kakeru magic Wasureyou ga nai joukei It’s okay Saa hadashi de ran de bu- Meiro mo isso kaeranai Kimi to arifureteru yume no naka de

Mukidashi no akui ni furechau Now I’m paralyzed shohousen ja kawaranai Subete ha kosaji ippai no yuuki ga areba paradise Fuan darou ga trust me omokaji torazu ni kono tape wo rewind Yacchimatta kako mattemashita trouble Ore no katte datte utaou yuugure toki nomihosu remone-do Hello, let me show your dance

Kore kara glass ni kakeru magic Wasureyou ga nai joukei it’s okay Saa hadashi de ran de bu- meirou mo isso karanai Kimi to arifureteru yume no naka de

★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・ ★・☆・

Important notes:

Most of the lyrics were taken from lyric websites, with a few parts edited based on what I heard in the song.

The translation is very loose to allow for interpretation. Do not rely on them for important meaning as this was translated for fun, NOT professionally.

#レモネード #nqrse #lyrics #japanese #translation #日本語 #歌歌詞 #英訳 #歌い手 #utaite #なるせ

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revivalrequiem · 3 months

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» to the dawn, I will sing for ｢✯｣

any pronouns ✯✩ give me a name in return ✯✩✯ adult body with too many souls in a feeble human creation ✯✩✯✩ the requiem will/might do moodboards, userboxes, avatar and mask banners, and the occasional graphics for friends.

all art used for this layout and replies are all official art from u-san and their character designer kanishiima.

leave discourse out of here (any discourse will be ignored & blocked) this is a creative space. primary dump from requests made for discord — read under cut for further information.

« terms of service — ｢✮｣

no set DNI. blocks freely and not engage in any discourse whatsoever. don't like what you see? block and move on. strictly anti-harrasment.

requests will always be open but [I] will pick what the requiem will do. feel free to send requests but never hold expectations they will be done quickly as [I] have a life outside of this space and the internet.

no blacklis. instead certain requests will instead be told that it cannot be done for the sake of [my] comfort. it will be a case to case basis. [I] put my comfort above all else

will have anon-asks disabled but if you are uncomfortable letting the world know you requested something, let [me] know in the ask and [I] will post it without any mention of you.

be nice, be polite, be aware that this is a graphics blog and not a blog to involve in drama and [we] shall be in good terms.

« tags — ｢★｣

simple tags to pay attention to.

★ :: lyrics to the unknown ; requests

★ :: serenade sorrows ; for friends/mutuals

★ :: tuning the piano ; asks/about [me]

★ :: [user] ; from a specific user

★ :: discord soundboard ; from discord

★ :: elegy from the [] ; ?

★ :: composition storyline ; important/general posts

★ :: personal hymn ; for [myself]

#★ :: lyrics to the unknown #★ :: serenade sorrows #★ :: tunning the piano #★ :: discord soundboard #★ :: information ping #★ :: composition storyline #★ :: personal hymn

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kpopmultifan · 1 year

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Scheduled New Releases: March 2023 - Week 1

This list will continually be updated when MVs, iTunes/Apple Music, Spotify, & YouTube Music links & additional new release information becomes available.

Hwang Minhyun (formerly of NU’EST) - Truth or Lie (Solo Debut Mini-Album) Title Track: Hidden Side [MV] [highlight medley] Release Date: February 27th [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

Park Woojin - (of AB6IX) - oWn (Solo Debut Mini-Album) Title Track: Top Tier [MV] [highlight medley] Release Date: February 27th [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

YESUNG (of Super Junior) - Floral Sense (1st Album Special Version) Title Track: Floral Sense (feat. Winter of aespa) [MV] Release Date: February 27th [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

Lim Kim x Jamie - Love Me Crazy [MV] SM STATION Release Date: February 28th [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

SUPER★DRAGON - Mirror (5th Album) Title Track: Revolution [MV] Track: So Woo [Lyric Video] Track: Pretty Girl 6. Honey Baby [Lyric Video] Track: Not Enough [Lyric Video] Track: Ai Ai Gasa [Lyric Video] Track: Indelible Magic [MV] Track: Hey, girl [MV] [highlight medley] Release Date: March 1st [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

Johnny’s WEST - Power (9th Album) Title Track: Power [MV] Track: Koi Nite [MV] Track: Unknown [MV] Track: Muchakuchana Form [MV] Track: Hoshi no Ame [MV] Release Date: March 1st [yesasian] [cdjapan]

INTO1 - Grown Up (Digital Single) [MV] Release Date: March 1st [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

OnlyOneOf - seOul cOllection (Mini-Album) Title Track: seOul drift [MV] Track: chrOme hearts [choreography video] [highlight medley] Release Date: March 2nd [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

Yong Junhyung - Post It (Digital Single Album) Title Track: Post It (feat. Sion) [MV] [highlight medley] Release Date: March 2nd [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

J-Hope (of BTS) - on the street (Single) [MV] Release Date: March 3rd [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

SECRET NUMBER - Like It Like It (Japanese Debut Single) [MV] Release Date: March 3rd [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

FlowBack - Swing Babe (Digital Single) [Live Performance Video] Release Date: March 4th [Apple Music/iTunes] [Spotify] [YouTube Music]

#new releases release schedule

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wcmensworld · 1 year

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(—) ★ spotted!! nicolas torres on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 26 year old looks like alberto rosende, but i don’t really see it. while the director is known for being gentle natured my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be closed off i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song heaven by niall horan {he/him / cismale} - penned by laice

STATISTICS

full name : nicolas lorenzo torres age : twenty - six job : director zodiac sign : libra pronouns : he / him gender : cismale tattoos : same as fc ethnicity : half cuban / half columbian place of birth : san jose siblings : francesca martinez ( half sibling - unknown ) sexuality : homosexual

BIOGRAPHY

nicolas was born to a single mother, valencia torres, of course a father was involved somewhere but as far as nicolas was aware, he never existed. it was just him and his mom for the longest time. and he adored her. she didn’t have much, but what she did have she made work. nicolas learned from a very young age not to care about material things. as long as there was a roof over their head, food on the table and love between them, they were happy. she used to sing him lullabies to send him to sleep, protect him fro worrying about the evils of the world, never once did he feel sad for not knowing who his dad was, because he didn’t need him, he only needed his mom. for a while, his life was good, easy and happy. but that all changed when he turned fourteen. his mom got sick, really sick. too sick that medical bills were too high for them to afford. nicolas desperately looked for work, tried to raise money, did everything he could to try and help him mom. but nobody heard, or nobody cared. they both moved into his grandparents so that they could help him take care of her while she was sick. his grandparents didn’t have a lot of money either. their small house was cramped for a while. his mom held on as long as she could, but two years later, she passed away. she was holding onto nico, singing duérmete mi niño, only she couldn’t finish the lyrics as she passed away. nico’s heart stopped being so full of love after that day. he moved in with his grandparents, kept his head down at school and tried his hardest to work.

a passion of nico’s had always been filmmaking. of course they could never afford the equipment, but there was a teacher of nico’s who realised his potential and would lend him his own equipment and spend time teaching him how to edit on the crappy school computers. he entered nico in a film festival one year, even paying the fee for him. his film won best amateur short film in the horror category. screamhouse productions had scouts there, looking for talent. and they picked up on nico right away. they offered him an internship working with them for the summer. a summer internship quickly turned into a full blown job and he was propelled into the life of hollywood. by the time he was twenty-three he had directed his first billion dollar movie. nico was now successful, rich beyond his wildest dreams, he’d bought his grandparents a house and made sure they never had to worry. but he now had one question on his mind. who was his dad and why did he leave?

#hillzhqsintro #death mention tw #parental death tw

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idolaxhcrt · 11 months

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Chihaya Kisaragi

★~ Name:如月千早 (Kisaragi Chihaya) ★~ Age:16 ★~ Height:162 cm ★~ Weight:41 kg ★~ Birthday : February 25th ★~ Blood type: A ★~ Three sizes: 72-55-78 ★~ Handedness: Right ★~ Hobbies: Classical Music, *Training, Taking photos, collecting cute things, Listening to headphones. ★~ Horoscope: Pisces ★~ Hometown: Tokyo ★~Series : Idolm|@|ster Million live, Idolm|@|ster Tagged~ Bluesongbird

Interesting facts

★~ Chihaya’s nickname is Blue bird.

★~ Chihaya is very sensitive and self-conscious about her bust size (“B72”)

★~ Chihaya loves dogs and would buy one if she could. However her apartment complex restricts the keeping of house animals and she’d need to ask someone to watch it while she’s away at work.

★~ Before joining 765 Production, Chihaya was part of the chorus at her school. Being somewhat asocial, she only joined to improve her singing, as she did not like to sing with others

★~ Chihaya has a very odd sense of humor, laughing loudly at the lamest jokes, almost making herself look a little foolish and childish to others sometimes.

★~ Aside from having no passion other than singing, that Chihaya also has a strong interest for the Japanese Genroku Era art (called Kabuki) and Greek Architecture. she is revealed to have picked up an interest in photography.

★~ Chihaya tries to avoid showing her cold or bad side towards Producer. Instead, she tries to remain cheerful and happy around him.

★~ Though Chihaya can be stubborn, often refusing various requests made by the Producer, when forced she will do virtually anything.

★~ Chihaya sometimes idolizes Ritsuko Akizuki as a role model due to Ritsuko helping out in the productions as well as teaching her how to understand and remember lyrics.

★~ Chihaya is sometimes known to never eat sweets for unknown reasons (most likely to keep herself in shape for stage), sometimes refusing Haruka’s cookies or cakes. But when offered vanilla ice cream, she will eat it non-stop.

★~Chihaya has a habit of saying “Ku…” when she’s upset or annoyed, and it has become a sort of catchphrase. In fan works and even in the anime, she often says it when her bust size is brought up.

Character Introduction:

“ Greetings, I am Kisaragi Chihaya. My age is 16. I joined 765 Production in order to improve my singing.

My ultimate goal is to stand at the top of the vocal world. If necessary, I am willing to persevere against any hardship and overcome every obstacle. Um… that may have come across as a little too headstrong… I don’t really have a great deal of experience filming videos like this… I’m not very good at smiling, which will probably cause you trouble, Producer.

“But I do hope I can count on your strict guidance!

About:

Level-headed and stoic, she is an almost obsessively diligent hard worker. However, singing is all she ever focuses on, which had led to her missing many opportunities to broaden her career as an idol.

Chihaya is the most famous out of all the 765 idols combined, going as far as considering her talent to be the most “revolutionary” in all of mankind, having her popularity reach worldwide. She was also known for being the only idol to ever be featured on Souichi Takeda’s radio show “Old Whistle”.

Chihaya Kisaragi is known to be gifted with the talent to sing. At 16 years of age, the young songstress cares about nothing but singing, spending almost all of her time devoted to singing only. She is considered to be “Cool and Serious”, yet also has a very hard time deciding her emotions or what to say at certain times.

Because of this, the other idols consider her to be “cold and heartless” in some situations. She is also a difficult person to socialize with, sometimes shutting herself away from people to practice singing and to exercise.

Despite these facts, Chihaya does have a soft spot for others, especially for people whom she cares about even though she may never show it.

Chihaya’s family consists of herself, her father, her mother, and her deceased little brother, named Yuu in THE iDOLM@STER (anime), who died in a car accident. After his death, her parents began fighting constantly and later divorced, causing Chihaya to despise them.

It is due to this that she became a “cold” person and devoted her life to singing.

On her free time, Chihaya loves listening to classical music to help her practice her singing.

But ever since she joined 765 Pro , she’s been aiming to improve and be happy with whom she is.

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#chihaya kisaragi about #Idol direct #page 1 #Youtube

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flower-assato · 1 year

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[Sound Horizon] ⭐ Pico Magic - The Wayfinding Song

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There was a poet who was extolled for his genius…

His name was Ballad. His real name, unknown. By now, that very fact Had been lost to the darkness of history. A blind poet later revered as his second coming, Known as Luna Silently parted her lips…

The song I will sing… is a poem of a girl Who ventures off to find Something Important. Hers was a perilous journey, a difficult road to follow. But even so, she held her head high. For in this story, she does not curse her fate. Instead, she chooses to continue singing, Even if it pained her. In time, history may bury everything… But for now, close your eyes and listen…

Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan

O beloved, where are you? I am left without a single clue. In this solitary journey, my guide is a song That faded into the mist of the distant sky.

Rain descending from the heavens falls into my palms; Overflowing tears (drops) that spilled over…

Heading through the densest of forests, Across the steepest of mountains, From village (town) to village (city), From person (acquaintance) to person (stranger)… In my quest to find my loved one, I tread onwards…

Dreams (Recollections) ascending to the heavens Soar into the starry sky; A sworn promise (kiss) made under the stars…

"Ah… Endymio…"

Alone in a desolate world engulfed by dusk, Unable to return home… to where do I wander?

Prophecies of the chronicle foretell historical facts: The history of conflict. It is a flame that scorches the earth, Marring the soil ravaged by war. Family… loved ones… all that is cherished, Gone without a trace. An era of so many helplessly torn apart.

As if reversing her path, the song she departed with Led the girl to a man Claiming to be a prison guard of a faraway castle. Finding her way… until the moment she arrived At the realization of her worst fears. That poignant, nostalgic melody… The only one who could have composed it was…

Even on the brink of collapse, What always inspired me to move forward Was the final, nameless poem You (my beloved) left behind…

"O Destiny…

Even if you were to take the light from these eyes… You cannot steal this song from my lips…"

Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan Lan

The wayfinding song lights up the sun in the dusk So that even a withered flower Can bloom there with dignity.

Ah… swept by the winds of grief…

If a storm were to arrive, destroying everything in its path The most Important Thing will always be right here.

A wayfinding song leading to an Important Person. A wayfinding song leading to an Important Thing.

You… once you find your way to Something Important, You will no longer be lost.

A wayfinding song leading to an Important Person. A wayfinding song leading to an Important Thing.

Even if the road ahead bears thorns, There is joy to be found if you hum a song.

A wayfinding song leading to an Important Person. A wayfinding song leading to an Important Thing.

For there is no meaning to a life without song…

A wayfinding song leading to an Important Person. A wayfinding song leading to an Important Thing.

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T/N

[coming soon]

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#Pico Magic #Sound Horizon #Flower Assato

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opscurus · 4 years

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Dislocated Self is fading Falling back from what I was

Flying through existence Tumbling towards a burning sun Something screaming in the distance Telling me to come It's calling me

Are you out there waiting? I can hear it calling It takes more than eyes to see It's out in the energy but I can hear it calling

Take the path less traveled Face the darkness on my own Into the starlight will I go Until the end I will roam

Fate itself unraveled Make the emptiness my home Into the starlight will I go Soaring into the unknown

Suffocated Voice has faded Is this real or in my mind?

I can hear it calling It takes more than eyes to see It's out in the energy but I can hear it calling

Take the path less traveled Face the darkness on my own Into the starlight will I go Until the end I will roam

Fate itself unraveled Make the emptiness my home Into the starlight will I go Soaring into the unknown

INTO THE UNKNOWN // STARSET

#Starset #startset lyrics #into the unknown #【 ★ ━━ lyrics 】#【 ★ ━━ aesthetic 】

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neptunes-sol-angel · 2 years

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"So how come all the worst days, are in the time of my life?"

This is pick a card meant to provide uplifting messages or insight for those who are having trouble entering or coping with adulthood. Pick the picture(s) that you’re drawn to the most, then scroll down for its corresponding message.

Song Theme: UPSAHL - Time of My Life

Post divider credit to @cutesyidol

~•★Picture 1★•~

The energy that I’m feeling in your spread is very harsh. I’m picking up a scenario where there are some in this group is feeling frustrated at their family members for being hostile over the choices you’ve made in your life. You guys could be creatives or unconventional your approach of how to set yourself up for a grounded life. A lot of you either are in college but didn’t want to and and are seriously wanting to drop out or chose not to go because it isn’t what you believe is for you.

There’s an authoritative figure, can be more than one, in your life that has a sick way of trying to get you to follow what they want you to do for your life even though it’s not theirs to dictate. You could be in a vulnerable situation right now, financially, and instead of them helping you because it’s the right thing to do, they’re withholding it and/or hanging it over your head as a way to manipulate you into doing what they say and I’m sending my love for you pile 1, because that is extremely abusive.

Your message is that even though you’re in a landslide right now where it feels like everything around you is collapsing, it will all eventually fall into place the way that it should but you’re being urged to stick to your guns, stick with your passion, and trust in your intuition about where to go in life. It may be confusing, isolating, and feel like you’re being set up by the universe but you’re not. Being comfortable with the unknown is not an easy thing, and I’m still learning myself, but from what I’ve learned, it’s just another way of gaining your independence because everyone’s path is unique and there’s no formula or key to success for your life that anyone outside of you knows better than yourself.

~•★Picture 2★•~

Right off the bat, I’m getting the message that some of you are thinking about leaving a job that isn’t serving you and this is your confirmation to do it. If that doesn’t apply to you then I’m feeling like you’re in an environment/community that isn’t very authentic. This feels very deceptive and superficial, like you are pressured to wear a mask to fit the quota of an institution or opportunity that could benefit you materially but is not as fulfilling, emotionally. I’m also getting that this environment isn’t healthy for your mental health at all because you may be around people that aren’t friendly, I keep getting this vibe where there are people gaslighting you or are talking behind your back. Whatever the situation may be, you know firsthand that you’re uncomfortable but you don’t know how to fix this situation.

A lot of you could be into or studying for a journalist or political science profession, something that involves writing. Okay, I’m listening to this song by Astral Weeks called “This World”. The lyrics that stand out to me the most are

This world can make you feel alone But sometimes when you need it The music makes you feel alright You just gotta feel it

It's a miracle of chemicals Floating through your mind But you were waiting for Something more Some kind of happiness

And then you're out there In the distance Glowing in the dark In all your life Criticized For being who you are

Many of you longing for belonging somewhere and you need to trust that it’s possible but it’s not in anywhere that you have to change who you are and this place that you are currently in, is absolutely not it. Whoever is ostracizing you, those people are jackasses, and I’m strongly being pulled to tell you again that you must leave. If this is a company, it isn’t the brand that contributes to its success, it’s the people. You have to recognize the power that you already have within yourself and break free from the mindset that you need this place or these people to get to where you want to be. This obstacle is preventing you guys from manifesting the life that you want and is stunting your creativity and ability to turn your visions into a reality. Invest your heavy emotions into your craft and continue to build your portfolio because you will find a place that will accept and appreciate what you bring to the table.

~•★Picture 3★•~

I’m feeling that this pile is struggling with trust issues. I know that there are people that screwed you over in the past, but whoever is reading this, you must stop self sabotaging yourself. I love that fire that you have inside yourself and and the way that you’re passionate about standing up for yourself but you cannot burn all of your bridges. And you cannot just give up on an idea before it even has the chance to bloom. And I’m not saying you’re a rehabilitation center for grown adults or have to wait for people to get themselves together, and definitely trust when you see a red flag in something, but what I’m getting from spirit and that you must learn the beauty of structure, patience, and the the truth that people can change.

People are not perfect, but you are guarding yourselves from people that could really positively shift your life and prove to you that unconditional love (this can be romantic or platonic) does exist.

~•★Picture 4★•~

I’m getting that there’s an addiction (could be to drugs, alcoholic substances, or sex, etc) present in order to cope with your emotions and past trauma that’s taking a negative toll on you. Not just because it’s unhealthy but instead of healing through your pain, this addiction is actually delaying it because of your fear of feeling. And I don’t blame you, the pain of anyone’s past should not be minimized or underestimated, healing is hard, and it’s not all rainbows and sunshine, it can be brooding and lonely, it’s naturally unpredictable, it’s not linear, and there’s no end goal. So if you feel like you aren’t where you’re supposed to be, don’t beat yourself up over your progress, and know that whoever is instilling this idea that it’s supposed to look perfect, that is a lie.

But if you’re dealing with addiction, your message is to research and practice holistic remedies, especially if you deal with anxiety. This can be but not limited to aromatherapy, herbal teas, essential oils, etc to help you cope with what you’re going through instead and again, if making this transition is not looking the way you want it to, do not beat yourself up over it, making the first step is the biggest step and if you know the saying “do nothing without intention”, taking the initiative to make changes because you want yourself be in a healthier mindset and way of living is something to applaud yourself on.

#divination #pick a card #pac #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarot #oracle #tarotblr #spirituality #intuitive #intuition #psychic #psychic reading #psychic readings #free reading #free readings #nana

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